Original Werewolf Novels & Stories

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

The distant hooting of an owl echoed through the forest, its call a haunting melody that reverberated through my newly heightened ears. And then, the transformation reached its climax. My skin erupted in a cascade of fur, dark and sleek, the embodiment of my inner beast. Claws extended from my fingertips, sharp and lethal, and my teeth grew long and sharp within my expanding jaw. My once-human eyes transformed into vivid pools of amber, brimming with untamed ferocity. My werewolf form gracefully maneuvered through the dense forest, my mind echoed with the words of Wolfrick, the mysterious figure whose voice had reached me through the shattered TV screen. He had mentioned being in Altona Sout

"I am Adolphus, son of the leader of the Alpha pack of werewolves and I need no one to question my identity!" He roared in deep rage, his teeth elongated and became pointy and so terrifying to gaze at. His ears become longer as his appearance turned into a wolf, His eyes facing Lilia's terror eyes as she shivered in fear.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

"Then tell me damn it!" "Fine!" He pushed my hands off of his collar. He ran a hand through his hair again. "My Father, he was an original. One of the first werewolves out there." "That was millions of years ago or something. That's not possi-" "They're immortal." I stopped talking. "The originals are immortal. So are their children if they have any." My eyes widened. "So that means you're-" "Immortal."

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, towering over them with glowing red eyes and a menacing aura. A powerful, malevolent presence hung heavy in the air. The group's heart sank as they beheld the true form of the second Ancient One—a monstrous werewolf, the embodiment of primal darkness. "You thought you could vanquish us so easily?" The werewolf's voice echoed with a sinister growl. "You underestimate the strength of our kind. Prepare to face your annihilation!" The werewolf lunged, its claws slashing through the air with blinding speed. Amelia and her companions barely had time to react, desperately evading the creature's devastating attacks. Despite their best efforts, their weapon